𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 | 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 | 𝟑

| nineteen |

Chapter nineteen; New experiments

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The White Cliffs of Dover were a beautiful place, even as it became engulfed with the colder air. There, Olivia found something she hadn't experienced in a tremendous amount of time; peace.

She found that being there, at the very tops of the cliffs she found a balance from the war raging in her mind and the one raging in the world. She appreciated the simplicity the cliffs would bring her, and so she spent all her time out there. From the crack of dawn to when it was too dark to see in front of you she'd sit there. She'd sit in a camping chair either staring out at the scenery or reading the book Dumbledore had left to her.

In the cold of one particular evening she had decided to actually try out the spells she had been reading about, instead of just reading a language she couldn't comprehend. Hermione had agreed to help if necessary and watch, as she too wanted to try the spells herself.

She aimed at a section of debris perching on the end of the cliff and read the incantation out of the book as Hermione stood next to her holding it. She read the foreign language over a thousand times before lowering her wand and looking to Hermione with a incredulous stare, "What in shitting hell is that supposed to mean?"

Hermione had to bite back the small laugh bubbling and kept her serious persona. Her eyes left the cold blue irises that Olivia called her own and filtered over the brownish coloured page. She narrowed her own eyes into thin slits, reading the first spell over and over again. After a moment of intense studying she finally broke away and released the frown her eyebrows had created, "I—I think it might be Gaelic."

Olivia, taking the words back, blinked several times before eventually nodding to herself monotonous, "Gaelic," She tested the word on her tongue, "that's great." She turned to Hermione, irritation clear and blazing in her eyes but her face looked calm — almost too calm, "You don't happen to speak Gaelic do you? Or know anything about the goddamn language!?"

If Hermione could've, she would've pinched the bridge of her nose as she watched Olivia turn around and blast a curse into the rocky surface a little ways away from them. She reminded herself that it was Olivia's personal way of deploying her internal anger. Her eyes kept a watchful eye on her as she watched her chest heave until she calmed. When she did Hermione spoke to her nonchalantly, "What spell was that?" She asked, a test to see if Olivia had remembered what she'd cast.

"I—" She began, but failed when her mind rendered blank.

Hermione sighed. This pattern becoming too frequent. Olivia would lash out on impulse, she would allow her mind to take control — dip into the dark side — and fire on it's own accord without processing anything first. One too many times had this happened and one person had already fallen to her hands, Dolores Umbridge falling into a close second.

The brown haired teen swallowed thickly, searching for Olivia's lost eyes, when she opened her mouth to repeat the same words again. Although Olivia held her hand up quickly to silence her, "I know," she spoke quietly, "stop firing without control, it'll get someone hurt." A flash of rare emotion ripped through her intense gaze on the floor and Hermione noticed it.

Inside, something rippled through Olivia's core and she didn't like the nagging self-doubt it left in its wake. She was realising she had more power than what she'd ever anticipated, and as amazing as it felt it needed to be controlled. This was where fear came into play her worst fears. In actuality, Olivia had these immense abilities to go above and beyond but she had no means to control it. She couldn't control it, because she didn't know how.

She had so recklessly and idiotically hidden her method of control somewhere in the most perplexing place in England. Her control was hidden somewhere in the masses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Olivia regretted ever thinking she would manage alright on her own without the bracelet, it was one of the most idiotic ideas of her existence.